Intake

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Rooting. Rumbling. Roaring.

Cheers erupt from the crowd,

hundreds on their feet

mouths gaping

hands clasping together

a disunified boom of Thunder ~

But one cannot hear

except for the dulling echo

a Cavern of the Dead.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

The body moves before the mind

any sting of pain is just a shadow unable to fully manifest.

The body continues keeping pace

gliding through space

passing by each familiar face.

The Breath catches,

coming to a heaving stop.

Gentle streams begin tracing down,

borrowing in,

trying to imprint their legacy

forever.

Scuttling to the finish line,

a shelter of explosives

an echo of its former Self.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

the clock strikes,

a bomb bursts

fracturing the memories.

Cleansing all of a once been reality.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Crossing the white line

and the still was finally broken

by a Waterfall.

Rushing

Wondrous

Relief ~